Kapitel 11: CHAPTER TEN
EMILIAN'S POV
"This is my lab, I create magic here."
"How about we create magic this time?"
"Why not, I mean.... No way." I laugh out loud. "I rather have you watch me." I wink.
I bring down the container of flour, tin of milk, and packet of sugar.
Just like I fantasised, I'm right here exploring and him over there watching me. His eyes are fixated more on my body than the heck I'm mixing.
Indulging his lustful eyes and dirty thought, I tuck my hair behind my ears and away from my front view, providing him with every angle he wishes to drink in.
"You're just so nasty." He grins. "Great racks."
"for greedy eyes." I mock.
He stands up and comes to my space, wrapping his arms around my slender waist, pressing his hard rod on my lower back, and his hair tickling my bare skin.
"Let go." I choose the right words, not wanting the repetition of events.
His coarse hands guide me to face him, pressing me onto the counter. He grabs my massive butt with both hands and squeezes gently, rocking my stomach before parting my bum cheeks and making his way to my swollen bud, flicking and pinching my sensitive spot.
I moan on his lips, quivering for more intimacy.
The rumblings of our stomachs make us giggle, a perfect distraction from our rough roller coaster.
He scoops flour in his hand and sprinkles it on my face and my hair, laughing at my odd appearance. In retaliation, I reciprocate, enjoying every moment with him.
We had sex and baked and played. While the mix hardens in the oven, we hit the shower, and explored another round, the cool water soothing my aching bud and his tongue massaging the area is an explicit experience.
"Food is ready Draven."
"What do you mean? I mean I've been eating for the longest, just not satisfied yet."
"Skies! Actual food, silly."
"Oh, the main dish, not the appetizer and dessert?"
"You will stop being a bad boy." I tease while cutting a slice of the apple-flavoured cake I was trying out. "Now, be a good boy and taste it."
"I thought you don't want me tasting you no more?"
"Really? You're beyond redemption." I sigh.
"It smells good," He pulls the plate to himself and holds a fork. "I'm sure it will also taste good and I would want to have it smeared on my face all day..."
"Draven!" I snort. "I'm done, you need an exorcism."
He giggles. "Seriously though, it tastes..." He stops midway.
"Good?" I turn around to face him. "Bad? Say something... Anything." I whisper. "Skies!"
"Who's she?" He stutters.
"Who?" I follow his gaze, which is fixated on a photograph at the extreme. "Oh, that's my baby sister, she left home when she was twenty and it's been four years since we last spoke."
"Where is she?" His voice is cold.
"Have you been listening? We had a quarrel and she left, I do miss her and I would give anything to have her by my side. I hope she's safe..."
He stands up from the table, looking around like he's scouting for his clothes.
"What's the matter? Your clothes are in the bedroom, remember? You shouldn't be having memory loss at this young age, I wonder what's in store for you in the future." I desperately wish to substitute 'you' with 'us'.
Damn!
"Cow! I have to go."
"Wait, what? Why..."
He doesn't let me finish before hurrying away, his flaccid rod visibly dangling in between his thighs.
I look back at the mirror to only see Maria smiling, so pretty and innocent. Her face is too charming to be a mood changer or bad omen.
What's with his sudden switch in attitude? I feel bad and stupid and used. Who the hell lets a stranger bang them four times in a row?
Now that he's gone, my nudity mocks me openly. I cover my private areas, badly wishing I could undo some things.
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